trees wonder where went i i've birthed that lonesomest of walks yes fulfilled to home haphazard lazy unable to speak of images spilling through dislocated stirring me blurring me my direction sense of place finding seat within within raining
there's a one-way street to distance find it in mine an intersection called self & other it's that longing stretch of road between hands and eyes
scatter go forward start back at the root with soil
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